Praphool Suman

I Miss You, But I Deserve To Move On ... POV : This article is from a girl's Aspect A month has passed since the last time we talked. I remember that day it was like yesterday. I remember how hard I cried because this time, I knew our farewell was real. I knew that after that day, we wouldn’t talk again, and because of that, I saved the last message you sent, the one that makes my heart feel small. No one would ever understand what you meant to me because of the bumpy road we had. It was far from perfect, but still, we had our little world. We had inside jokes, words that only we knew the meaning of, and a sense of humor that only we understood. Time has passed, and still, it’s hard for me to see all the red flags you had. I knew you wanted me in your life, but not in the way I wanted you in mine. I gave you all of me, and you just gave me halves. You always had secrets, stories that didn’t make sense, excuses, and tales, but I didn’t mind. I wanted you. You and your dark hair and ...

This is what I learned about Love ! One of the hardest lessons I had to learn about love is that people can’t always love you the way you love them. They can’t appreciate you the way you appreciate them. They can’t want you in the same way that you want them. There is nothing you can do to make someone love you differently, and it is the powerlessness of this that makes it so difficult. We always want people to love us the way we love them. We expect people to love us the way we love them, without realizing how high the stakes are. I learned that the love you give won’t always be the love you get in return. I learned that just because someone can’t love as deeply as you doesn’t mean you’re wrong. It doesn’t mean how you love is wrong. It doesn’t mean you were wrong to love them in the first place. It just means your love wasn’t meant to be given there. I promise you, there are places where your love won’t be overlooked. There are places where it’ll be appreciated. I’m learning that, I...

Why I Live Nights ? It's 3:00 am and I am melting into regrets. Regrets are the reason I live nights. The nights that bind me with insanity While I hear the time ticking with every regret gaining its sanity. The night silence holds my comfortable grief while I dwell in thoughts. The beautiful nightmares sing lullabies to me. The vulnerability of the darkness attracts me to the lost part of myself. The night is a perfectly ruined thing enjoyed by every broken soul. The time when broken hearts collide with mutual feelings. The time when my words play dead and I dream about the reality I desire. The ink drips frantically, carving accidental muses. The remnants of past dodges between the verses I avoid writing and reciting. The moon shines brighter at teary nights. The stardust melts on my skin settling on the screaming scars. The ephemeral memories make their way to the gloomy clouds. The sky is filled with hues of blissful despair. The melancholic pleasure such nights give is definit...

Saying Bye To You Is The Hardest Thing I Have Ever Done .. You have always been my one. My what if. My intangible moment of clarity in the confusion. What we were? What I was to you? Sometimes crystal clear, sometimes so clouded that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. We are not kids anymore. We have the timing. We have the love. We have so much fun (most of the time). But it wasn’t right. You see, I love you more. I have always loved you more. Since I was supposed to wipe your's tear whenever you cried for your past life. To be fair, you warned me you wanted to keep some of you for yourself. You did warn me. But I guess I thought you would still want to give me more than you did. More than a convenience, safe security that will always be there no matter what, because we both knew I always would be. I don’t want just anyone. I want you. I always have and always will. But I don’t want to lose myself in the process. I faded into you. I fought for my place in your life s...

Saying Bye To You . . Our story needs an ending. So here it is. This is me. Letting go. I don’t want to, but I should. I must. Holding on will not bring you back or change your mind. I’m letting you go because I love you. The oft-quoted saying says that if you love something you should let it go and it if was meant to be, it will return. It hurts to have to let go .. I was afraid to let go because the thought of losing these feelings scares me. It is scary to think that one day my heart won’t skip when I hear your name and that someday I won’t miss you with all of my heart. The way it hurts means it was real. I realized however that letting go doesn’t happen overnight. I should have remembered. Letting go does not mean that I will forget or that I feel nothing whenever your name comes up. It just means that I can move forward and look back on the memories fondly. I've decided to let you go .. I still wake up every morning and think of you. Now I tell myself you’re not coming back. ...